Post by princesslove on Jul 7, 2012 19:51:20 GMT -5
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Official Profile of Damien Sandow.
BIOGRAPHY
[PROPERTY OF GROUND ZERO WRESTLING ASSOCIATION]
Ring Name:
Damien Sandow
Nickname:
The Intellectual Savior of the Unwashed Masses
Real Name:
Aaron Stevens
Height:
6 feet 4 inches
Weight:
247 pounds
Date Of Birth:
August 3rd, 1982
Billed From:
Palo Alto, California
Theme Music Of Choice:
The Symphony No. 9 in E Minor - To The New World
Movement Number 4 - Allegro con Fuoco
Composed by Antonín Dvořák
Click Here For Youtube Video
Alignment:
Heel
Gimmick:
The arrogant and aggressive intellectual
Quotations:
- "Lights. Spotlight, please."
- "Allow me to beg your indulgence for one moment. My name is Damien Sandow and I am here to help all of you."
- "Thank you for your irrelevant opinion."
- "You're welcome."
Wrestling Move-set:
- Dropkick
- Enuzigiri
- German suplex
- A series of full nelson facebusters on the turnbuckle
- Utilization of ropebreaks
- Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker
- Mounted punches
- Double underhook followed by a series of knee lifts
- Snapmare and big boot combo
- Degraded kicks to the head on a grounded opponent
- Snap swinging neckbreaker
- Curb stomp
- Running clothesline
- Scoop slam [used as a setup for the Cubito Contemptricem]
- Spear, sometimes to the legs
- Mudhole stomping in the corner
- Cobra clutch
- German suplex
- Fisherman's suplex
- Top rope axe handle
Weapon Speciality :
N/A
Signature Move:
- Cubito Contemptricem (Elbow of Disdain) [Elbow drop, with theatrics]
- Russian legsweep
Finishers:
- The Illumination [Straitjacket neckbreaker]
- Figure-four leglock
Similar Wrestlers:
Hunter Hearst Helmsley
History & Biography:
Rest assured that Damien Sandow did not arrive in GZWA to allow a decline in its moral value to continue.
The cultured combatant intends to imbue a level of refinement within the wrestling world that he finds sorely lacking. The kids who play too many video games, the adults who idolize singing competitions and struggle to keep up with Kim Kardashian...they are the ones who need help. Sandow seeks to uplift those who have been led along a misguided path. To the GZWA Superstars who allow and encourage such crass situations to endure, Sandow will deliver a mandatory rearing in the form of spiritual and physical enlightenment.
The Superstar's sophisticated in-ring style elevates him above those who would dare to muster a challenge. The tasteful titan may be misunderstood, but so would you if you had a philosopher’s mind with a linebacker's body. An esteemed intellectual of Sandow's stature simply cannot help that his opponents fall so far short of his high-minded ways.
Hold your applause for Ground Zero's new champion of civility, however. There's no need to thank Sandow for taking up this hefty endeavor, as the realization of a world aspiring to his personal sense and sensibilities will be thanks enough.
Photo Gallery:
WIN/LOSS RECORD:
0-0
Introduction:
...
It all began with one word.
"LIGHTS."
Something about the mysterious air of the man's deep and brooding voice sparked a brand new environment in Ground Zero. One word grew a new world. The entrance of a new presence that aimed for something unusual, but something that was indeed reachable in the eyes of someone that always made good on his word.
This man has seen it all. The gold gleaming in his sculpted face. He has seen his own downfall from those who have been deemed unworthy and unable to be cleansed. He has proven time and time again to be the alphamale in every wrestling arena that his white crepe rubber boots have taken one single step on. And to this day his word has been an unbreakable bond that has impacted many and has caused many to reach their anachronistic downfall.
A warrior? He is far from that. A hero? Laughable in his eyes. He does not look to be the man that panders to people, nor is he one to destroy them, even though he himself knows that under his paramount fist, he can do so with much more of an ease than most. Everywhere he has went, and everywhere he is currently going, he has done so for one reason and one reason only. And in nearly everywhere he has went, the unwashed masses did not accept him. They continued to live their lives as the literal bronze medals of the universe, and refused to see and pursue this man's ideals. And in due time, they would all deteriorate under their own laziness, their own wastefulness, and most importantly, their own false idols that they continue to worship through material sales and social media accounts.
That made Damien Sandow sick to his very core. His goal was not an overly complicated one. He made sure it was clear enough for even the most corrupted minds to comprehend. And through it all, he knew that the bond between him and this goal was strong and unchanging.
His goal was to save all of them. He has had enough of the pollution that infects the world of wrestling each and every day, and has infected it since the idea of entertainment rooted in the minds of man at an even quicker pace. Damien Sandow is the Intellectual Savior of the Unwashed Masses, and if he couldn't do it, there was not a single doubt in his mind that there would be no more hoping for them to ever change their sinful ways.
With one single word, Damien Sandow is able to cue the lights in a way that garnered every Ground Zero fancy's attention; all of the lights instantaneously shut off at once. The crowd's once dead murmurs suddenly become loud questioning conversations. They have heard that voice in the past, and some did not hesitate to jeer the man that could save them. Jeer him in their ignorance, they believed was the plan. But even so, they did not hesitate to lay in wait to see if their suspicions were indubitable.
"...SPOTLIGHT, PLEASE."
It was at that time that a brilliant golden spotlight shone down upon the center of the ring located in the focus point of the arena. And upon the marvelous light, in his trademark robe and towel is none other than the salvager himself, Damien Sandow; his aristocratic features being clearly shown off in the glow. The look on his face was somewhere between one of disdain, as if saddened that he is faced with yet another group of miscreants that do not adhere to him, and a satisfied smirk, knowing that one day, his powerful words may just emancipate them once and for all. Gazing upon the microphone he holds in one hand, as delicately as a fragile glass of red wine, he raises it to his lips slowly, methodically, and carefully. The environment was definitely changed, the air of sophistication was upon the Ground Zero fans.
"...There was an author, by the name of Idries Shah, who stated this: 'Enlightenment must come little by little - otherwise it would overwhelm'. Now I do not mean to waste your time with useless drivel, and surely I will not dull your minds more with the use of insipid one-liners used day in and day out to elicit some sort of positive response from you, the unwashed masses. While I do not think you deserve better than the same bothersome few peasants you all actually spend hundreds of dollars on on many a occasion in the hopes for finding the entertainment yearned for in unadulterated ignorance, I know that I was never a man to entertain; rather, I am a man that enlightens."
The smile that was already festering on Damien's face becomes that of a confident smile that irks most of the crowd into even louder boos in the attempt to stop the poet of a man from speaking completely.
"Allow me to beg your indulgence for one moment...just one moment. My name is Damien Sandow and I am here to help all of you. And enlightenment is exactly how I will complete this task. I do not wish to force the idea of enlightenment upon you. I wish to take my time and explain it to you slowly so that even the most imbecilic of peons among the stands this evening will learn to come to me for salvation. My enlightenment does not come in the form of pandering to any of you. Now, as this may be seen as a hindrance to you, this does not bother me in the slightest, as you continually grasp at straws in the attempt to find something that entertains you, and you all fail miserably at it. The times where we were educated by classic Shakespearean texts, as well as works by Edgar Allen Poe and Franz Kafka, are almost completely out of sight, and have been quickly replaced with brain-numbing activities that claim to be seen as 'reading'. I hardly believe gazing at pictures of loose women and idiotic sports phenomena with minuscule captions underneath even qualifies as some sort of 'reading'. Gone are the days where nature was once appreciated through the eyes of man, and now we must witness in indignation as our new generation is wasted along with their bodies through the inhalation of alcohol, and is also caught up with supposedly contagious rhythms in stuffy, annoyingly lit clubs. But I digress..."
It is at this point where the fans' insults become too distracting for Damien to bear all on his own. The look of confidence and intelligence becomes that of primal rage for one quick moment. Normally, this is only seen in the heat of battle, but at the moment he became stressed out with the disrespect, and raised his voice to make his statement that much clearer.
"THANK YOU FOR YOUR IRRELEVANT OPINION!"
Sandow raised an eyebrow, bringing his levels of composure back to normal. He chuckles a bit as he brushes his robe with his free hand, as if apologizing to himself for flying off of the handle so quickly. The smirk re-appears on Sandow's face. He does not hesitate to speak once more, without worry of the ignorant insults.
"I do this solely on my own terms. I do not enter this environment to wrestle with the ignoramuses of your corporation for dissipation purposes. The so-called "thrill of the fight" means nothing to me if I cannot reach out my word to them as well. However, if being a teacher for the unwashed masses means that I must secure my place in the food chain with victory after victory, championship after golden championship...well...I do not have a problem seeking this either. As the man that comes only to indoctrinate the world, I am unstoppable in my ways, and I can have my way in anything I please. And, as always, I do this for the benefit, and the welfare, of each and every one of you. Now, as I take my leave for the evening, allow yourselves to soak in the majesty that is the Fourth Movement of Antonin Dvorak's New World Symphony."
Sandow takes a deep breath, in order to once again utter the words that have molded him into the honest, humble man we see today.
"...You're welcome."
And thus, as the Savior departs the ring, the spotlight following suit and the brilliant music playing itself out, he only hopes that the Ground Zero universe acts as the very spotlight that envelops him, and agrees to be led into the very enlightenment that this image of intelligence so professed.
...
About the Handler
[PROPERTY OF GROUND ZERO WRESTLING ASSOCIATION]
Your Name:
Krystal.
Years or Months E-fedding:
5 years
Contact Details:
MSN:
trippylogic@hotmail.com
AIM:
N/A
YIM:
N/A
E-Mail:
N/A
================================
Official Profile of Damien Sandow.
BIOGRAPHY
[PROPERTY OF GROUND ZERO WRESTLING ASSOCIATION]
Ring Name:
Damien Sandow
Nickname:
The Intellectual Savior of the Unwashed Masses
Real Name:
Aaron Stevens
Height:
6 feet 4 inches
Weight:
247 pounds
Date Of Birth:
August 3rd, 1982
Billed From:
Palo Alto, California
Theme Music Of Choice:
The Symphony No. 9 in E Minor - To The New World
Movement Number 4 - Allegro con Fuoco
Composed by Antonín Dvořák
Click Here For Youtube Video
Alignment:
Heel
Gimmick:
The arrogant and aggressive intellectual
Quotations:
- "Lights. Spotlight, please."
- "Allow me to beg your indulgence for one moment. My name is Damien Sandow and I am here to help all of you."
- "Thank you for your irrelevant opinion."
- "You're welcome."
Wrestling Move-set:
- Dropkick
- Enuzigiri
- German suplex
- A series of full nelson facebusters on the turnbuckle
- Utilization of ropebreaks
- Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker
- Mounted punches
- Double underhook followed by a series of knee lifts
- Snapmare and big boot combo
- Degraded kicks to the head on a grounded opponent
- Snap swinging neckbreaker
- Curb stomp
- Running clothesline
- Scoop slam [used as a setup for the Cubito Contemptricem]
- Spear, sometimes to the legs
- Mudhole stomping in the corner
- Cobra clutch
- German suplex
- Fisherman's suplex
- Top rope axe handle
Weapon Speciality :
N/A
Signature Move:
- Cubito Contemptricem (Elbow of Disdain) [Elbow drop, with theatrics]
- Russian legsweep
Finishers:
- The Illumination [Straitjacket neckbreaker]
- Figure-four leglock
Similar Wrestlers:
Hunter Hearst Helmsley
History & Biography:
Rest assured that Damien Sandow did not arrive in GZWA to allow a decline in its moral value to continue.
The cultured combatant intends to imbue a level of refinement within the wrestling world that he finds sorely lacking. The kids who play too many video games, the adults who idolize singing competitions and struggle to keep up with Kim Kardashian...they are the ones who need help. Sandow seeks to uplift those who have been led along a misguided path. To the GZWA Superstars who allow and encourage such crass situations to endure, Sandow will deliver a mandatory rearing in the form of spiritual and physical enlightenment.
The Superstar's sophisticated in-ring style elevates him above those who would dare to muster a challenge. The tasteful titan may be misunderstood, but so would you if you had a philosopher’s mind with a linebacker's body. An esteemed intellectual of Sandow's stature simply cannot help that his opponents fall so far short of his high-minded ways.
Hold your applause for Ground Zero's new champion of civility, however. There's no need to thank Sandow for taking up this hefty endeavor, as the realization of a world aspiring to his personal sense and sensibilities will be thanks enough.
Photo Gallery:
WIN/LOSS RECORD:
0-0
Introduction:
...
It all began with one word.
"LIGHTS."
Something about the mysterious air of the man's deep and brooding voice sparked a brand new environment in Ground Zero. One word grew a new world. The entrance of a new presence that aimed for something unusual, but something that was indeed reachable in the eyes of someone that always made good on his word.
This man has seen it all. The gold gleaming in his sculpted face. He has seen his own downfall from those who have been deemed unworthy and unable to be cleansed. He has proven time and time again to be the alphamale in every wrestling arena that his white crepe rubber boots have taken one single step on. And to this day his word has been an unbreakable bond that has impacted many and has caused many to reach their anachronistic downfall.
A warrior? He is far from that. A hero? Laughable in his eyes. He does not look to be the man that panders to people, nor is he one to destroy them, even though he himself knows that under his paramount fist, he can do so with much more of an ease than most. Everywhere he has went, and everywhere he is currently going, he has done so for one reason and one reason only. And in nearly everywhere he has went, the unwashed masses did not accept him. They continued to live their lives as the literal bronze medals of the universe, and refused to see and pursue this man's ideals. And in due time, they would all deteriorate under their own laziness, their own wastefulness, and most importantly, their own false idols that they continue to worship through material sales and social media accounts.
That made Damien Sandow sick to his very core. His goal was not an overly complicated one. He made sure it was clear enough for even the most corrupted minds to comprehend. And through it all, he knew that the bond between him and this goal was strong and unchanging.
His goal was to save all of them. He has had enough of the pollution that infects the world of wrestling each and every day, and has infected it since the idea of entertainment rooted in the minds of man at an even quicker pace. Damien Sandow is the Intellectual Savior of the Unwashed Masses, and if he couldn't do it, there was not a single doubt in his mind that there would be no more hoping for them to ever change their sinful ways.
With one single word, Damien Sandow is able to cue the lights in a way that garnered every Ground Zero fancy's attention; all of the lights instantaneously shut off at once. The crowd's once dead murmurs suddenly become loud questioning conversations. They have heard that voice in the past, and some did not hesitate to jeer the man that could save them. Jeer him in their ignorance, they believed was the plan. But even so, they did not hesitate to lay in wait to see if their suspicions were indubitable.
"...SPOTLIGHT, PLEASE."
It was at that time that a brilliant golden spotlight shone down upon the center of the ring located in the focus point of the arena. And upon the marvelous light, in his trademark robe and towel is none other than the salvager himself, Damien Sandow; his aristocratic features being clearly shown off in the glow. The look on his face was somewhere between one of disdain, as if saddened that he is faced with yet another group of miscreants that do not adhere to him, and a satisfied smirk, knowing that one day, his powerful words may just emancipate them once and for all. Gazing upon the microphone he holds in one hand, as delicately as a fragile glass of red wine, he raises it to his lips slowly, methodically, and carefully. The environment was definitely changed, the air of sophistication was upon the Ground Zero fans.
"...There was an author, by the name of Idries Shah, who stated this: 'Enlightenment must come little by little - otherwise it would overwhelm'. Now I do not mean to waste your time with useless drivel, and surely I will not dull your minds more with the use of insipid one-liners used day in and day out to elicit some sort of positive response from you, the unwashed masses. While I do not think you deserve better than the same bothersome few peasants you all actually spend hundreds of dollars on on many a occasion in the hopes for finding the entertainment yearned for in unadulterated ignorance, I know that I was never a man to entertain; rather, I am a man that enlightens."
The smile that was already festering on Damien's face becomes that of a confident smile that irks most of the crowd into even louder boos in the attempt to stop the poet of a man from speaking completely.
"Allow me to beg your indulgence for one moment...just one moment. My name is Damien Sandow and I am here to help all of you. And enlightenment is exactly how I will complete this task. I do not wish to force the idea of enlightenment upon you. I wish to take my time and explain it to you slowly so that even the most imbecilic of peons among the stands this evening will learn to come to me for salvation. My enlightenment does not come in the form of pandering to any of you. Now, as this may be seen as a hindrance to you, this does not bother me in the slightest, as you continually grasp at straws in the attempt to find something that entertains you, and you all fail miserably at it. The times where we were educated by classic Shakespearean texts, as well as works by Edgar Allen Poe and Franz Kafka, are almost completely out of sight, and have been quickly replaced with brain-numbing activities that claim to be seen as 'reading'. I hardly believe gazing at pictures of loose women and idiotic sports phenomena with minuscule captions underneath even qualifies as some sort of 'reading'. Gone are the days where nature was once appreciated through the eyes of man, and now we must witness in indignation as our new generation is wasted along with their bodies through the inhalation of alcohol, and is also caught up with supposedly contagious rhythms in stuffy, annoyingly lit clubs. But I digress..."
It is at this point where the fans' insults become too distracting for Damien to bear all on his own. The look of confidence and intelligence becomes that of primal rage for one quick moment. Normally, this is only seen in the heat of battle, but at the moment he became stressed out with the disrespect, and raised his voice to make his statement that much clearer.
"THANK YOU FOR YOUR IRRELEVANT OPINION!"
Sandow raised an eyebrow, bringing his levels of composure back to normal. He chuckles a bit as he brushes his robe with his free hand, as if apologizing to himself for flying off of the handle so quickly. The smirk re-appears on Sandow's face. He does not hesitate to speak once more, without worry of the ignorant insults.
"I do this solely on my own terms. I do not enter this environment to wrestle with the ignoramuses of your corporation for dissipation purposes. The so-called "thrill of the fight" means nothing to me if I cannot reach out my word to them as well. However, if being a teacher for the unwashed masses means that I must secure my place in the food chain with victory after victory, championship after golden championship...well...I do not have a problem seeking this either. As the man that comes only to indoctrinate the world, I am unstoppable in my ways, and I can have my way in anything I please. And, as always, I do this for the benefit, and the welfare, of each and every one of you. Now, as I take my leave for the evening, allow yourselves to soak in the majesty that is the Fourth Movement of Antonin Dvorak's New World Symphony."
Sandow takes a deep breath, in order to once again utter the words that have molded him into the honest, humble man we see today.
"...You're welcome."
And thus, as the Savior departs the ring, the spotlight following suit and the brilliant music playing itself out, he only hopes that the Ground Zero universe acts as the very spotlight that envelops him, and agrees to be led into the very enlightenment that this image of intelligence so professed.
...
About the Handler
[PROPERTY OF GROUND ZERO WRESTLING ASSOCIATION]
Your Name:
Krystal.
Years or Months E-fedding:
5 years
Contact Details:
MSN:
trippylogic@hotmail.com
AIM:
N/A
YIM:
N/A
E-Mail:
N/A
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